Lilith and Joab came late to love but they were happy as larks until the Civil War came along and smashed everything apart. Joab went off to fight Yankees and Lilith spent two years trying to keep their farm in the Shenandoah Valley going by herself. And then Gettysburg came along and killed Joab--but he didn't want Heaven. He wanted Lilith. So he bargained with God and came home to her...and that's when things get interesting.
Aside from scandalized neighbors and magic that pops out of Lilith at the most inconvenient times, her determination to make a life with her husband's ghost has a few bumps neither one of them counted on:
Joab's hand stole out, hesitated, and closed around hers. It felt like a moth had landed on her hand, so light it could have been just a passing breeze, but somehow Lilith knew she would have known the difference even if she hadn’t been watching.
“There,” she said in satisfaction. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
He didn’t say anything. After a bit, she dared to look at him. He had his head down, but even so, she could see he was crying. Shocked, Lilith reached to turn his head toward her, but he pulled away before her hand connected.
“Now what? Joab? What’d I do?”
“Nothing.” His voice came thick and low. He reached up and swiped at his face. “I just—I guess I didn’t think it was going to be like this.”
“I—I want to touch you, Lil. Hold you. Take you up to bed and love you. This—” He flapped his hand around at nothing in particular. “This is almost as bad as layin’ curled up under a blanket up north, wishing I was here. I got through many a night dreaming about home. Now it just ain’t like I imagined, is all.”
Her throat got tight. “Joab—”
He jerked a hand up to shush her. Lilith shushed, reaching for his hand. She held on when he tried to pull away. It made her throat ache again because she remembered his hands as being so strong, but she kept quiet, cradling a thin piece of life between her hands. Just a little slice, a whisper of nothing, Pa used to say, but when nothing quit whispering, you didn’t have anything left at all. So she fought for her piece, and her man, and all that the war had left them."In Heaven's Shadow" isn't your typical ghost story, nor your typical love story, nor your typical fantasy, which is why I love it so much. Lilith is magical, funny, at times clueless, but very wise in her way of looking at life and death. Joab may be dead but he sees no reason to let it stop him from loving, honoring, and cherishing her for the rest of eternity.
Can they make it work? Better yet, will the neighbors let them?
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